I remember a day as a child hunting with my dad for mule deer out west Texas on the Caprock when sitting in a rock outcrop with the sun rising a beautiful big old buck walked up to a crop overlook across from us. The sun was rising off to his back and right and as the buck stood the sun in all it's colors truly showed him in full grander.
I was froze solid waiting on my dad to take the shot, I here the safety click off yet still no shot,
The deer was well within range and the wind while wild in the cap lays down in the early morning so it wasn't an issue.
As I watched the sun rise over the back of the deer I could see reds pinks and the blue of an almost clear sky, the deer still stood rock solid overlooking his land as a king of all he could see.
Yet my dad did not fire.... I finely here a click of the safety locking back in and my dad with a smile said
Son there are paintings in museums that could never come close to the beauty you witnessed this morning.
To this day it is one of the most beautiful memories I will ever have
I was froze solid waiting on my dad to take the shot, I here the safety click off yet still no shot,
The deer was well within range and the wind while wild in the cap lays down in the early morning so it wasn't an issue.
As I watched the sun rise over the back of the deer I could see reds pinks and the blue of an almost clear sky, the deer still stood rock solid overlooking his land as a king of all he could see.
Yet my dad did not fire.... I finely here a click of the safety locking back in and my dad with a smile said
Son there are paintings in museums that could never come close to the beauty you witnessed this morning.
To this day it is one of the most beautiful memories I will ever have
